He didn't know what to do. Rachel was waiting for him but he just couldn't get himself to leave. She said she wanted to "talk". What if she's breaking up with him? What would he do? He wouldn't have his girl, he wouldn't have his job. He would be the definition of a loser. His mind was pacing as he looked over at his snoring wife. He didn't mean to cheat, he swear he didn't. It just sort of happened. One day he was just taking out the trash when Rachel, the neighbor, asked him if he could help her "move some furniture", while he was moving her couch, she kissed him. Since then they haven't been able to stop. And now she's breaking up with him. Maybe she realized after two years that what they were doing was wrong. Maybe it's for the best. He loved his Quinn, he'd be lying if he said he didn't, but he didn't love her enough. Or maybe he just didn't love himself enough. He contemplated what to do before deciding to get up and go see her. He ran into the bathroom, freshening up. He was getting dumped, but he still wanted to look good. He slowly and quietly walked out of his bedroom, creeping out the door. He rushed down the steps, grabbing his coat and keys, like he's done many times before. He drives to their spot. He looks for her, his eyes going into the direction of their booth. He sees her. She's beautiful, in all of her midnight glory. She's blowing on her coffee cup, the steam blowing in the direction of an old man playing solitaire alone. He walks in, his palms sweating. She sees him and smiles up at him. "Hi." She says, he's instantly calm, her smile relaxing him. He sits down across from her. "So...we need to talk."